User blog comment:Snowstripe the Fierce/The War of Southsward/@comment-26538658-20160229125923/@comment-1298206-20160303191833

''As Idunn engaged in combat with the cutlass-wielding ferret, Tikus heard somebeast coming towards him very quickly. The shrew turned to be faced with a weasel armed with a spear, which he raised to thrust forward with. Tikus lunged to the side to avoid the spearhead. With adrenaline coursing through his body, Tikus takes the shortsword and thrusts forward. The weasel's exposed midriff is pierced by the blade. The weasel's eyes bulge and a gurgling noise comes from its throat. Stumbling back with the blade still in its midriff, the weasel falls over and twitches for a few moments before ceasing to move. Tikus, slightly taken aback, approaches it and pulls the blade from the weasel's body. His eyes widened, his heart raced. The rush of battle was upon him. Turning from his slain foe, the shrew charged into the fray with his shortsword raised.'' "Southswaaaaard!"